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Tory Lanez – Toca Tuesday Freestyle

Исполнители: Tory Lanez
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Текст Tory Lanez – Toca Tuesday Freestyle

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Look, uh, uh, uh
Same clothes on me for a week straight
Pray the Lord help me for my peep’s sake
When my mama died, I became a soldier

Papa couldn’t save him, I was out there gettin’ paper, hol’ up
MAC-11, barcodes in my arsenal
Lil’ nigga Lost Cause, Arg Fargo
Shit I’m comin’ for the game and you all know
And you know I keep — on the — slow, uh
Should — you -ers if it’s real call
I’ll pay the ticket for your bitch, get if it’s wheel call
And when I ridin’ on you niggas wit’ my lil’ dogs
Stone cold, we just wanted that control hol’ up
I’m with my niggas rollin’ in this whip, it’s stolen
Off a fifth of Hogan, if you chick is scoldin’
The whip get open and your bitch get open
Look, this shit is sinister, ain’t it ironic
My pops was a minister, nigga
For that side, I will ride, I will finish a nigga
Catch them how I rolled ’em
Shootin’ photos of the job, hold it
Young Fargo, I’m just tryna let it all go, look
Lil’ sister cryin’, she got multiple structures
Takin’ needles every night just to hold a discussion
You don’t know that pain nigga you don’t know that rain
Beggin’ niggas for they change, you don’t know that shame
You never slept in no park, you had a home to stay
Walkin’ through The Dot, nigga, you ain’t show that chain
I was down and dirty, tryna get a pound for 30
Hit a nigga I’ll buy him for a round of 30
Listen and my — got the — going
Shade 45, or K 45
And we ain’t playin’ on you niggas, boy, I’m so live
And you know nigga, shit, you know a nigga
Eyes on a nigga, do ’em like I owe a nigga
It’s all gravy though, it’s all gravy though
I come up in the spot, niggas like, I’m crazy though
I got that crazy flow
I got that might fuck around and just fuck around and just fuck you lady though
Oh, niggas know, I stay freestylin’ bars like I’m P nilin’
Young nigga be wilin’
Don’t give a fuck about a nigga who’s hatin’
I’m in street’s muh’fucker you could, uh
Hol’ up, I just come through spittin’
Niggas come through and they ain’t — with the written
I’m never with the written but I’m —
Hol’ up